Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; if I did, I would be dancing around at Hogwarts and waving my wand around, trying to do a spell even though I'm pretty sure I'm a muggle. I can keep dreaming, though, right?

Author's Note:

I know I've got my other fanfic on hiatus, so I should probably be working my ass off on that one rather than this one, but this one just kind of wrote itself. Hope you guys like it! Also, the title of this chapter is taken from the song by Girls Aloud, so I don't own that either. Sniff.

"Everything about Draco Malfoy was indecent." ~Fawn Saffron.

Something Kinda Ooh

I was kind of cold. As usual, I had come alone to Diagon Alley to pick up new supplies for the coming year at Hogwarts. The problem was, I got cold pretty easily, and it was just my luck that I picked a windy day to come to Diagon Alley.

I slipped out of the Apothecary with my hands already full with supplies and ducked into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The short, pleasantly plump woman popped up from behind the screen at the sound of the bell that had sounded each time the door opened.

"Hello again, darling…" She trailed off as she took in my form. "Oh Merlin—look how much you've grown!"

My cheeks heated up a little, signifying a blush. She didn't only mean me growing tall, necessarily, since I've always been tall for my age. I had filled up a bit more over the summer, a change that I, who had been branded 'little girl' by the Slytherins, welcomed. Not that I had ever been unattractive, though. After all, it was in my genes.

Speaking of the summer…what a long summer it had been. I sighed, thinking of all those empty, lonely nights in Hogwarts. The Great Hall wasn't quite the same without the babble of hundreds of students filling it. I couldn't wait until school started again. "Hi to you too, Madam Malkin," I replied, shrugging my robe off and wondering who was behind that screen.

"Well then, miss Saffron. You can come over—I'm just measuring this boy up—nothing indecent, I assure you. I assume you want the usual type of cloth?"

I nodded a quick yes to her question and slipped over to join her behind the screen. I barely registered a familiar shock of platinum blonde hair, broad shoulders on a lean frame—before I realized who was behind the screen. My relatively mild mood was wiped straight off my face. There was no doubt about it: Draco Malfoy—the arrogant, cowardly little bully, my devoted archenemy. I hated him. So much. Even now, I could feel the rage and disgust that I had managed to bury during the summer course through me again.

But… damn. Madam Malkin had been wrong. Everything about Draco Malfoy was indecent. Sure, he may have been fully dressed, but it was all in his eyes. Those silver eyes glimmered with some sort of dirty little secret. I gave a subconscious shiver. Creepy.

"Hello, Fawn." Draco murmured, smirking with those slate grey eyes as if he knew something I didn't.

The facial expression I had on now was probably pretty unattractive, but I couldn't care less. "Hello." I nodded curtly, before turning my cheek towards him.

Great. The first sixth year student I see after a long, long summer just had to be him, didn't it? Fate hated me, I swear.

"Goat." He mimicked my cold, curt demeanor, but replacing my name with the nickname he and other Slytherins had come up for me. To top it off, they thought they were being funny and original each time they said it, too.

"Pathetic," I mumbled beneath my breath. I glanced over at him again, and realized that he was currently eyeing me up and down with a ridiculously dazed expression on his face.

It was like that every time he saw me—as if he were stupefied into place while tectonic plates were shifting. Yeah, right, Malfoy. As if you haven't known me for five years now. This time, his regular smirk took a bit longer than usual to reappear. "You sure you shouldn't be shopping in the Whopper wear section instead?" He said suddenly, seemingly recovering equilibrium.

There we go. Now I can go to sleep tonight knowing that all was right in the world.

"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy, that's not very nice," Madam Malkin interrupted him before I could. She had always been very protective of me—most people who knew about my background were. In fact, most people were subconsciously protective of me either way… another effect gifted to me by my parents—my mother, in particular. "Fawn is a lovely girl who I daresay is a little on the skinny side. Your comment is very far from the truth, and very unnecessary." Then, smiling up at me kindly, she added: "I've got your school robes ready, dear, anything else you might need?"

"Um…" I shuffled my feet awkwardly. I didn't want to mention this in front of Malfoy, but with Madam Malkin's expectant gaze on me, I had no choice. "I need some new… err… underwear?"

I meant underwear… but the top part. I always got it from this store, due to the fact that I knew nothing about the muggle world and was therefore too afraid to venture out on my own. Dumbledore had kindly requested Madam Malkin to go out of her way a little to help a little orphaned girl, and she had agreed. I hoped she understood what I meant, indirect as I had said it.

She did.

Unfortunately, Draco did too.

As Madam Malkin hurried off to get me what I needed, Draco leaned in close to my ear. "I wonder… will she make you try it on in front of me?" He whispered, his hot breath tickling my neck. "I can be the judge of just how much you've grown this summer."

I shoved him away with disgust. "Get off, you asshole."

"Oh, loosen up, Fawn," Draco replied, rolling his eyes and readjusting his robes. "Just having a bit of fun. You never have fun."

"I have lots of fun, thanks, just not with you." I blurted out, realizing belatedly how he might have taken that comment. There was no doubt about it—this time I probably turned as red as the Weasleys' hair.

"Yeah? Fun like… say… turning me and my friends into slugs?" Draco spat suddenly. I was taken aback. I thought we were being (kind of) civil? He was seriously bi-polar. One moment he was teasing, the next he was furious.

"Gee, sorry, Malfoy," I returned sarcastically. "But if you don't remember, you were the one who bullied us all through last year—deducting points from Gryffindor just for 'not liking' Harry? Seriously, Malfoy, you do that and you think it's fine, but when we fight back—"

"You always fight back, you bloody old goat!" He drawled condescendingly, the blaze of anger muffled a little. "Do you know how much embarrassment that ferret incident caused me? And then when you tricked my father into releasing Dobby—"

"Dobby deserved it! You lot were treating him so badly—"

"Yeah? And what about the time when you gave me boils all over and then hung me upside down from a tree—"

"Because you turned my hair into antlers! This is so not fair!" I exploded finally, too worked up to care about the other customers' stricken expressions. Actually—just kidding. I cared. I have always cared about what other people thought of me.

I mumbled an apology to them before turning back towards Draco. "Look, you sick piece of shit." I shoved my face right up to his just to seem more menacing. I didn't know why I had ever been deluded into being civilized with him. "You only ever think about things your way. You've been pretty horrid to my friends and I, too, okay? So don't go complaining about the petty little things I've done to you."

"You know what?" Draco said suddenly. I flinched at the loud tone of his voice, as it probably attracted a lot of attention. "You want things to be fair? Let's play fair. I challenge you…"

"To a duel? Are you sure about that?" I cut in, pleased. Dueling was my forte, after all.

"No. We'll get into trouble." Draco pretended to look regretful at that. We both knew that wasn't what held him back. No, his mind was set on something else: I had played this rivalry game with him for far too long to be fooled by him. "I challenge you to a drinking game at the Leaky Cauldron. Winner is the one who doesn't get drunk."

"Deal!" I shot back impulsively. I would not back down… even though I knew perfectly well that I was a total lightweight. Just gotta concentrate, right? I can do this. "No problem."

Draco snorted. "Yeah, yeah okay."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You wanna say something? Say it."

The blond boy shook his head slowly, a little smile playing on his lips. "Nothing, Fawn. It's just…" He shook his head again. "You amuse me."

"Great!" I scoffed. "I'm glad I can be of service. Now let's go!"

Five minutes later, we were standing in the tiny, grubby little place called the Leaky Cauldron. Malfoy was earning many suspicious (and some downright frightened) stares, while I earned a few confused ones. We were not regular customers here, after all, and seeing us appear together outside of school was evidently freaking some people out.

"Looks like everyone heard about what happened to your father, huh?" I whispered to Draco, just to rub it in. I gave him my cruelest smile.

"Yes, but no one has ever heard of yours," Draco answered smoothly, making his way towards the counter. "As many butter beers as you think Saffron (note: this is Fawn's last name) here can handle, now." He ordered the barman, plopping himself down next to a slim man dressed in a striped suit. The man looked up from his newspaper and turned quite green when he saw the familiar cruel, sharp features of a Malfoy.

I rolled my eyes. Who did he think he was? "Sorry, Tom," I apologized sweetly to the bald bartender. "He's just upset that his father is in Azkaban."

In one flawless motion, Malfoy grabbed the front of my robes. "Are you going to play around here, Saffron, or are we going to get on with it?"

I kicked him in the shin.

"Let's get on with it," I snapped. "If I win, you are not to harass me or any of my friends ever again this year. Got it?"

"What if I win?" Draco said slyly.

I shrugged, impatient and a little nervous. Not that I would ever tell him that. "You decide."

"If I win… I get to spend the night with you."

My head snapped up. "What!?" I yelled, making the shop go rather quiet. "Are you more insane than you look, Malfoy? Because that's not going to happen. Ever."

The reply came in one word. "Scared?"

I glared at him. That cheeky little asshole, thinking he could take advantage of my refusal of backing down when it came to him?

"Ooh!" A plump lady dressed all in pink spoke up from a seat away from me. "Playing a drinking game, are you now?"

Her husband, an equally plump, equally kindly looking man grabbed his wife's hand and tried to get her to shut up, all the while giving pointed looks at Draco.

"No, no, Ted, I want to make sure they play fair!" The lady chirped, batting her husband's hands away. "Ooh, young man, what a pretty girlfriend you have there!"

My first thought was that she clearly did not know who the 'young man's' father was. Then, the rest of her sentence registered in my brain.

I spluttered. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I think you're mistaken—"

"This old goat is not my girlfriend!" Draco snapped. "And mind your own business, woman!"

I turned to glare at him. "Stop being rude to people! You're no-one now!"

"I'm destined for great things," he replied, giving me an unsettling look.

With a huff, I turned away. Unfortunately, the lady did not take the hint.

"Ooh, you two shouldn't fight, you know. Here, I'll state the rules. What's the bet, though, kids? Ooh, I just realized, you two are much too young to be playing a drinking game: aren't you two still in school?"

I opened my mouth to interrupt, but Draco beat me to it.

"Our terms is that if she wins," he tilted his head towards me, "I'll stop being rude to her and her mudblood and blood traitor friends in the hallway."

The poor lady turned a slight shade of pink at Draco's vulgar use of language.

"And if I win, I get to spend a night with her." Draco continued, clearly not caring in the least about the lady's reaction. "Still want to referee?" He finished rudely.

The Leaky Cauldron was deathly quiet.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," I told her sheepishly, breaking the awkward silence. "He just gets like that sometimes. If it makes you feel a little better, I'm not going to accept his terms." I gave her a smile I hoped was soothing, and it seemed to work because she relaxed a little.

"Alright then, dear. You seem like a rational sort." She tried to give Draco a condescending glance, but just ended up looking frightened. "I'll leave you two to it."

I smiled at her, painfully aware of all the different eyes upon us.

"I still accept your challenge," I told Draco, turning to face him. "But no terms. Winner gets the glory of winning. Loser gets the shame of losing. Deal?" We regarded each other for a long, long moment. He glared at me, with those chillingly indecent grey eyes, while I sat, still calmly waiting for him to answer.

Then he turned away, and as I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, he grabbed one of the cups of butter beer and drained it in one gulp.

"Game on."

In the background, I heard the pink lady whisper to her now terrified husband: "They say they're not dating, Ted dear, but don't you think there's just something… I don't know, something kinda 'ooh' between them? Like they're meant to be?"

Her husband hushed her.

The murky, bland colors of the Leaky Cauldron seemed to swirl around me. There was an awful acidic taste in my mouth and down my throat, and no matter how much butter beer I drank, it never seemed to fade. Or maybe it was the butter beer that made it stronger. I wasn't sure.

It was funny—I couldn't seem to tell if the pub was quiet or loud—on the one hand, I could almost swear it was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually worried me, but then there were flashes of sound and there was this bright ringing and pounding in my head. It reminded me of a parade. Or maybe heavy metal.

"Uhng…" I grumbled, clutching my head. The aforementioned bland colors gave the most violent spin so far and before I could realize what was happening, I was flailing through the air.

Okay, not through the air, but close enough.

With a grunt, some sexy blond boy slipped his arm behind my waist and held me upright. I stayed safely on the chair.

Draco. His name was Draco Malfoy, and I hated him.

"I'm fine, Drac—" I hiccupped. "I'm fine," I tried again, embarrassed. I never admitted defeat, especially not with him. "I can keep…"

Shit. I was about to vomit. I could feel the contents of my stomach spin uncontrollably, about to surge up towards my mouth.

Somehow, I managed to stumble off the chair. Gripping the counter table, I made my way towards something I hoped was the door. From what I could recollect in this hazy state, I was pretty sure that was the back door, the one that led to the brick wall that in turn led to…

Oops. Too much thinking. With a little gasp, I felt the ground come rushing up to meet me. This was going to hurt.

But then it didn't. I giggled as I felt strong arms engulf me and hold me somewhat upright. My urge to vomit had somehow disappeared.

"Let's get you out of here, Fawn," a familiar voice sighed, pulling me back towards the counter. "Honestly, you're making quite a scene."

Oh. So the Leaky Cauldron was quiet, not loud. Hmm.

Someone tipped a glass of something towards me, and I took a tentative sip. Water. Mm. Never in my life had water tasted so good.

"Claro!" Someone else muttered. And just like that, my head cleared a bit: enough for me to take in my surroundings.

As the colors halted a little, I realized that I had been leaning heavily against both the counter and a certain Draco Malfoy. The other customers in the restaurant were crowded worriedly around me, and the bartender was just fixing another glass of water for me to drink. He returned hastily, and Draco accepted the cup for me after he realized that my hand was shaking too much. He tilted the glass of water towards me.

I drank it.

I managed to straighten my body up, but the minute I tried taking a step, all the colors and the confusion came spinning back. I swore under my breath and gave up, leaning into Draco.

Which proves just how drunk I still was, seeing as I would never have done that if I had been completely clearheaded.

"Good," he snarled, realizing that I was a bit more clear-headed now. "Now I don't have to babysit you all night, you stupid girl." He sat me down on one of the stools and, after making sure that I would stay on that chair, turned his back and walked away, towards the front door.

I stared at his (rather fit) back in disbelief. Sure, we might have been archenemies, but he was… he was abandoning me when I needed his help!

"Are you quite alright?" The man in the striped suit I had seen previously lingered to give a lecture as the other customers, seeing as there was nothing else that could be done, slowly faded away to their original seats.

"I'm fine, thanks." I choked out. My throat felt gritty and swollen. "I don't know how I managed to get this drunk, since I only drank a few butter beers."

"Five glasses exactly, Miss Saffron." The barman piped up from behind the counter. "And very diluted too—I was rather worried for you."

"Well, I guess it's a lesson learnt, then—" Suddenly, the door burst open. Draco staggered backwards, as he had just managed to reach the door. "What the bloody—" He began to yell before he cut himself off by throwing himself to the floor, effectively ducking from a spell that had been thrown carelessly at him.

The man was dressed entirely in a pitch-black robe that faded into smoke at the hems and at the sleeves. His face was covered by a mask. The moment he stepped away from the door, three more similarly dressed men stepped into the pub.

"That's Malfoy's boy, Yaxley," one of the men whispered to the first man.

"Avada Kedavra!" Yaxley barked in response, swinging his wand around and pointing it at the man in the striped suit—the only man who was still standing in the pub. As he waved his wand, the sleeve flipped upwards, revealing a glowing Dark Mark on his left forearm.

"No!" I gasped out, realizing belatedly exactly who those men were. The man in the striped suit fell to the ground with a scream; a scream that was echoed by all the other customers as they began to run for cover.

Bang! Bang! A few more flashes of light came from the Death Eaters and within seconds the place was in chaos. The paint from the ceiling came breaking off and fluttering down like some sort of sick confetti—somewhere a chair was flipped over, and to the right, the cabinet carrying the glasses had shattered into a million deadly pieces.

And before I knew it, a wand with a glowing green tip was pointed directly at me. Me, sixteen-year-old girl frozen in the middle of the room, sitting on a counter stool with her wand still in her pocket.

And everyone knows what green meant. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to come up with a wordless spell of protection since my wand was of no use. I will not die like this—I will not die like my parents did.

"Wait!"

The screams had stopped, and time seemed to hang in place. Draco. He had pulled himself off the floor and was currently holding his arms out in a gesture of peace. He was also covered in dust.

"What, Draco?" The man sighed. He was clearly impatient and annoyed, but was, for the moment, still tolerant of one of his fallen comrades' son.

"Let me just collect my good mate here—we'll get out of your way, Yaxley." He said this in a rush as he slowly made his way towards me, still holding his arms out a little bit. "Okay, mate? Not this one."

"Ooh," one of the three backup death eaters teased him. "You two got somethin' goin' on, Malfoy? Fallin' in love, are we now?"

"No." Draco said firmly, pulling himself up to his full height, suddenly regaining his composure. The steely, authoritative stare was back in his grey orbs. "She's a classmate of mine. And I'm pretty sure you aren't in any position to put me down, Avery."

Yaxley scoffed before he strode off, heading straight past me, and blast the back door open. "You Malfoys have to get your shit together," he called condescendingly over his shoulder. Chuckling, the other three men followed him through the back door, and towards Diagon Alley.

So, here's the first chapter! Did you like it? Hate it? Or maybe you're stroking your beard like Confucius and thinking that this might have potential? Tell me what your reaction is, and leave a review, please!

Until next time!

~Nightingalelynx.